Oh! Crowned Beauty,
The world is under your enchanting spell,
a spell not ushering us to heaven,
but to hell.
A compassionate touch,
speaks so much,
but, now this touch,
is a gush of death.
Many dreams crushed,
many screams hushed,
or
left to die,
on the roadside.
Life is ill,
turning into a silence all still,
a somber silence………
a macabre silence……..
Oh! Crowned Beauty,
The world is under your enchanting spell,
a spell not ushering us to heaven, but to hell.
17 comments:
You rhymed the corona story to perfection!
What a great poem. Let's hope the Corona epidemic doesn't touch you with the subtle bribe you you have written for it!
This is quite eerie – which is fitting.
You have expressed our dilema in a clever and entertaining manner. Luv the rhymes.
Be safe
Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today
Much💖love
This is such a gorgeously timely write, Vandana!💝 May the corona virus dissipate soon.
Stranger than fiction how what is good is now bad to do and it looks like a v voodoo pin spell.
There has been so much heartache left in the wake of this pandemic. I hope there will be better things rebuilt out of the ashes.
Your poem is ~~~ enchanting.
A sobering rhyme indeed.
Silence. Neither that or the virus is wanted. Thank you for sharing this.
This is how it is I think--that little spiked ball creates so much misery--
Very well done.
Hell indeed, the way things are going!
I like the circularity of this poem, Vandana, like a corona, and I agree with Rosemary about the eeriness of it. I also like the reference to Shakespeare in ‘not ushering us to heaven, but to hell’.
very true. corona is everythying you described in your poem here. great write!
So true, the corona is certainly making life hell, I hope things get better soon.
Sarcastic title, huh? Keeping us in hell indeed
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